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I love the way you grab the sheets when I taste you
It’s art
You create sculptures of cotton works
Mould them into creative expressions of pleasure
Convey the artistic imagination of my tongue strokes

I love the way you grab the sheets when I slide my tongue inside you
It’s colours
The red of passion
The aqua of tranquilly
Blues of openness
The green of organic delights
Purple hues of inner fulfilment
It’s a kaleidoscope of tingles

I love the way you grab the sheets whey tongue circles your nib
It is words
Eloquent dialogue spasms
Intelligent rhetoric shudders
Philosophical wondering of pulses
It is it’s own language
An accent
Prolific articulation of graceful profanity

I love the way you grab the sheets when my lips envelope you rose bud and gently pull it into bloom
It is emotion
Tornado rage
Joyful delight
Stunned surprise
Dizzy confusion
Pleading longing
It is a beautiful contradiction
Demanding surrender

I love when you grab the sheets when I taste you … It’s how you communicate to me

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Open the pages of your bible let me taste your scripture. Slide my fingers into the wetness of your psalms. Stroke the gspot of your Deuteronomy. Let me be sanctified in the waters of your offering. I will gladly take 1/10 of your spasm tithes.

Open your bible so I can know the glory of the Almighty. Let me enter the promised land. Ascend. Dance with angels and proclaim his holy name. Take me into your sanctuary. Let me know your place of worship. I shall kneel down at the alter of your nib and speak in tongues.

Open the legs of your bible. Let me know the wisdom of your tight grip teachings. Let us become touched by the hold ghost. Lift up our voices. Reach out to The Lord. Hands open, fingers flared. Shudder. Jolt. Convulse. Orgasm his eternal praise

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Your mind is beautiful, it arouses me, makes my intellect get a hard-on, makes my curiosity pulse. Makes me want to slide deep and long into the wetness of your wisdom. I want to taste your imagination. Soft suck on your ambition. Give backshots to your motivation. And I love … Truly love when your compassion kisses my faith. When your values straddle my morals and you ride me. I love when you use the mouth of your heritage and take the hardness of my past and deep throat it. I love how you make my mind cum, make me orgasm new thinking … Your mind does thinks to me your body could never do. .

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Her lying is bed is a work of art. A drawing. A masterpiece. She is timeless classic. The sheets frame her form, the bed her gallery. I am in awe of her. The gentle painted swirls of her contours, the elegant detail of her form. She captures emotion, movement, passion, love … Yet she is still. Static. Unaware that I am a lover of the art of her. She is a masterpiece of God’s good works.